Last night Eden and Honor were taking a bath. Jim stood guard over them while I folded the mountain of clothes on our bed. We came to this arrangement because if Jim encounters a mountain of clothes on our bed he has this insatiable desire to throw all of those clothes On. The. Floor. Not in a laundry basket, the floor.

Honor was finally banished from the bathtub, I think because Jim was starting to get hoarse from saying “Honor, sit down” every 8.5 seconds. I had to take a break from folding clothes to get him all greased up. This is because his father refuses to touch lotion. On top of that, Honor had a diaper rash and needed some cream on his bottom. (While we’re talking about rashes on the bottom, Eden has been very interested in the fact that Honor has a rash. So the other day after going potty – yes the child actually went potty! – she came out of the bathroom and announced, “I have a RAT on my bottom.”)

I got him all jammied up and went back to my clothes folding while Jim started to take out the trash. Eden was still happily swimming away in the bath. All the sudden I heard a splash and Eden yelled, “Mom! Honor has jammys on in the bath tub.” There Honor stood, in his jammys, sopping wet and yelling. (Notice how he was once again STANDING UP!) The toilet brush was floating in the tub behind him.

I can’t even figure out how he got in there, unless he just jumped head first? I DO know how the toilet brush got in there; every time I turn around he is brandishing it like a scepter! As much as he likes the toilet, I guess it’s fitting. Honor, the King of the Toilet. Maybe he’ll potty train early…..